Tagged: embodiment
Draw me like one of your French girls
On life drawing, learning to love my body and getting naked in my mate’s basement
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In praise of platonic intimacy
As we stand on the edge of another national lockdown, there’s a lot of things I’m finding hard. But one of the hardest is how much I’m missing a certain level of intimacy with my nearest and dearest pals.
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More comfortable being in my body than numb: a second sober birthday
It’s my birthday this weekend, and we’re in lockdown, so the celebration plans so far involve takeaway, homemade cake and rewatching Hackers for the millionth time. Which, y’know. Pretty good. Here’s another thing: this will be the second birthday I’ve spent sober.
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